Bags - Recorded At Electric Lady Studios
Every second counts, I don't wanna talk to
You anymore
All these little games, you can call me by the name
I gave you yesterday
Every minute counts, I don't wanna watch TV
Anymore, and
Can you figure me out? Just doin' it to waste more
Time on the couch
Can you see me? I'm waitin' for the right time
I can't read you, but if you want, the pleasure's all mine
Can you see me usin' everythin' to hold back?
I guess this could be worse, walkin' out the door with your bags
Walkin' out the door with your bags
Walkin' out the door with your bags
Walkin' out the door with your bags
Yeah, yeah
Pour your glass of wine, Mitchell told me I
Should be just fine
Cases under the bed, spill it open, let it rush
Through my head
I don't wanna be forward, I don't wanna cut corners
Savor this with everythin' I have inside me
I'm not the type to run, I know that we're havin' fun
But what's the rush? Kiss and then my cheeks are so flushed
Tell you how I felt, sugar-coated
Melting in your mouth
Pardon my emotions, I should probably
Keep it all to myself
Know you'd make fun of me
Know you'd make fun of me
Know you'd make fun of me
Know you'd make fun of me
Can you see me? I'm waitin' for the right time
I can't read you, but if you want, the pleasure's all mine
Can you see me usin' everythin' to hold back?
I guess this could be worse, walkin' out the door with your bags
Walkin' out the door with your bags
Walkin' out the door with your bags
Walkin' out the door with your bags
Yeah, yeah
You anymore
All these little games, you can call me by the name
I gave you yesterday
Every minute counts, I don't wanna watch TV
Anymore, and
Can you figure me out? Just doin' it to waste more
Time on the couch
Can you see me? I'm waitin' for the right time
I can't read you, but if you want, the pleasure's all mine
Can you see me usin' everythin' to hold back?
I guess this could be worse, walkin' out the door with your bags
Walkin' out the door with your bags
Walkin' out the door with your bags
Walkin' out the door with your bags
Yeah, yeah
Pour your glass of wine, Mitchell told me I
Should be just fine
Cases under the bed, spill it open, let it rush
Through my head
I don't wanna be forward, I don't wanna cut corners
Savor this with everythin' I have inside me
I'm not the type to run, I know that we're havin' fun
But what's the rush? Kiss and then my cheeks are so flushed
Tell you how I felt, sugar-coated
Melting in your mouth
Pardon my emotions, I should probably
Keep it all to myself
Know you'd make fun of me
Know you'd make fun of me
Know you'd make fun of me
Know you'd make fun of me
Can you see me? I'm waitin' for the right time
I can't read you, but if you want, the pleasure's all mine
Can you see me usin' everythin' to hold back?
I guess this could be worse, walkin' out the door with your bags
Walkin' out the door with your bags
Walkin' out the door with your bags
Walkin' out the door with your bags
Yeah, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Rostam Batmanglij, Claire E. Cottrill, Nicholas Quinn Breton
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